lying          
          in   my   room,           
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something poking  my left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
     slithering  around  the  fingers, 
          up   the   arm.           
 is  it   drug-fueled   apathy?        
         i   don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it   moves    further   up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward   it.       
            looks    like    seagrass. 
        it's   kinda  cute.         
                                 
     once  it's  up my  neck and on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
     the  texture  is like that  of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and the squish tastes  like  sweet 
                     cucumber.     
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more   of   it   in.           
            chew    it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
      apathy  gone,   i  sit  up.     
      the tendrils are  stuck under   
   my  shirt,    entering by the  arm 
 and exiting  through  the  collar.     
   this makes  it hard for me  to  push 
 more  of   it   in   my   mouth.       
   i make  to remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally protests when  i try to 
 move     my     left     arm.          
      so  -   eating  it  is  ok,     
       moving it  is  not.